(Based off a dream I had!)

It was morning again, in this hell of a place. You’d barely slept, kept up by the horrifying memories of the constant deaths you’ve suffered, only to be brought back to endure this hellscape again and again.

Making your way to the kitchen area, you notice Guest 1337- your roommate in this place- had already arrived before you. You’d been too tired to notice that he was gone from his bed when you woke up. You sit down next to him at the table, as Elliot serves breakfast.

After breakfast, you decide to go to the lounge area of the cabin, tired, and you sit down on the couch, leaning against its backrest. Pulling out a small sketchpad and pencil, you start to draw random little doodles. Being too focused on your art, you don’t notice Guest 1337 until he sits on the couch next to you, glancing at your sketches. Startled, you almost jump from your seat, but then you realize it’s just him.

“Watcha drawing?”

He asks, patting you on the head.

“Just some doodles”

You respond. Then, after a few moments of silence, your stomach gurgles- loudly. Your face turns a shade of red in embarrassment, but you just continue doodling, trying to act as if nothing happened.